Born in 1983. DNI if under 18. Nonbinary. Into hiccups and writing fiction about it. My characters never say "I am not a fish".*
*Except for that one time Otto said it in that one hicfic where he was trying to get rid of his hiccups, but it didn't work! ...whew!
Update 8/22/24: The link to my AO3 that @worm-writes-hicfics reminded me to add here!! WritingForFishes - Works | Archive of Our Own (thanks, worm-friend!)
Update 7/23/24: I've included a list of fandoms for which I'll take requests for writing! I've been receiving requests for fandoms I know very little about and I hope this list helps! (See end.)
I've never written a kink blog and I've always been quite ashamed of my kink. So forgive me if this starts off a little dry.
Some truths and requests:
If you are under 18 I insist that you Do Not Interact (DNI) with my posts. I can't stop you from following me or reading my posts, but I do please ask that you don't message or "ask" me (if underage).
If you are not a kink blog please don't reblog me.
I am not seeking anything from anyone. I'm just here to write my thoughts down about my kink and to write stories about characters that have hiccups. That's it. I hope to connect with others so I perhaps don't feel so very badly for liking hiccups.
I will be writing fiction. It will be featuring themes that are adult in nature. If you don't like it, the scroll feature is very popular as is the block feature. (I will always try to put a content warning for adult themes in addition to the audience screen.)
I'm actually terrified someone will find this. It's not because I think my kink is dangerous or because I am a dangerous person, but because I am not even close to ready to have this be a part of my public identity.
Anyway, if you are into hiccups I'd love to connect. I don't need content from you, just people to relate to. I'd just really like a community that isn't always begging for videos or taking advantage of people without consent. I just wanna talk hiccups. And read hiccup fiction.
And one more time, because I cannot emphasize this enough:
DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18
DN REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT A KINK BLOG
Addendums:
I'm totally cool with "sock" accounts interacting with me and following me. I am extremely aware of how scary it is to be out about a niche kink like this. I do have a request: Can you please change your profiles from the default? It's such a small silly thing. I'd just love to see a wee personalized picture so I can identify you from the other default pfps.
And make sure your age or birth year is visible in the description. That's, actually, I really need to see that. This is a very adult blog and I don't want to run the risk of interacting with someone who isn't of age legally.
On Making Requests:
I do take requests! Here are some guidelines.
I only write characters 18+ (preferably over 20)
I love getting requests on my Otto and Atticus characters!
I do gravitate towards writing masc/male characters for right now. I'm not sure why. But I'm not opposed to challenging that creatively.
If you do request a specific fandom I ask that you censor those fandoms/pairings in the request so that fans don't find this blog. (censoring can be achieved by either putting a '/' or '.' after the first letter of whatever fandom/character/pairing you're talking about.
I'm emeto-phobic and I don't personally enjoy stuffing motifs. I know that these two things often include hiccups but, though I support the kinks and expressions of them, both themes are not something I like to explore.
I am super cool with fat characters! (And I kind of hate that I have to specify this, but there is so much fatphobia that I feel like it's necessary.)
Super painful, intractable, or chronic hiccups are not something I like to explore. (I do explore mildly painful or uncomfortable hiccups and I will always put a content warning for those who don't.)
I don't just like writing hiccups! I like writing sickfics and light whump fics! I find writing snzfics fun, too, even though I don't share the kink.
I will likely be very slow with requests (unless it's something I've previously planned). There will be times when my activity will stop. Please be aware that this is not a main blog and I write this recreationally and for my own therapeutic purposes. (and to connect with others who might feel alone in this kink) I love the idea of offering to fulfill requests, but I can't guarantee that I'll be prompt or complete every request. This might go without saying, but I felt compelled to say it anyway.
Oh oh oh! And one more thing. Feel free to ask about the details of any characters I've created. I am very happy to info-dump about ANYTHING related to my characters! I'm quite fond of them!
Fandoms I know well enough to feel comfortable writing fiction for:
Nearly any S.t.ar T.r.ek show.
G.r.imm
S.u.pernatural
H.a.zbin H.o.tel
H.e.lluva B.o.ss
L.e.gends o.f T.o.morrow (TV)
S.u.per G.i.rl (TV)
And, of course, my comfort original fiction Otto and Atticus
And my three hiccups in a row (first two more like burp assists and then the third hiccup enough to make me so excited I probably scared them away...).
Pity me, fellow kinksters!
Please respect my time of mourning as I recover from this painful loss!!
I thought I'd switch things up a little for this next Laila & Tariq story, see what the characters get up to before they all meet up again. It'll also be the first one I've written that includes POVs from Aasif and Sita!
Content: Extremely fast/strong hiccups, pain/discomfort from spicy food.
Aasif walked briskly back from the kitchens, his quarry tucked into his sleeve. No reason to advertise—the servants or guards would only wonder why he was carrying such a thing through the palace, and he really didn’t see why anyone else had to know.
He returned to his bedroom and set his prize on his desk. For a moment, he just eyed it, wondering about the best way to begin. Should he just go for it?
At that moment, his door opened, and Aasif let out a long-suffering sigh. “What do you want, Sita?” he called over his shoulder. It had to be his sister. Any of the palace staff would’ve knocked, and his parents didn’t come to him—they’d send one of the servants to fetch him.
Sita hung back in the doorway, holding up a vase of cut flowers. “I got these from the gardens, thought you might like some,” she explained.
Well, how was Aasif meant to be annoyed with her when she was all thoughtful? It was one of the most aggravating things about his sister. “Yes, thank you,” he said in a resigned tone. “Come on in.”
He stood in front of the desk to block her view, but Sita didn’t seem to be paying much mind anyway. “What are you up to?” she asked, fussing with the (admittedly very pretty) flowers as she walked into the room.
“Oh, you know—plots, schemes, the usual,” Aasif replied.
“Huh?” She looked up at him.
Aasif chuckled. “Nothing, Sita.”
“Mmm.” She nodded. “Right.” As she looked around the room, Sita murmured to herself, “Now where to put you?”
“Maybe over by the—” Aasif started to say, gesturing to his bedside table, but Sita approached the desk instead.
“What about here?” she asked in the same breath as Aasif. Slipping past him, Sita set the vase down and was pulled up short by what she found on the desk.
“That’s a hearth pepper,” she said.
Aasif gave the thing a glance. “Is it?” he mused, as if he’d only just noticed himself.
“Why do you have a hearth pepper in your room?” Sita wondered.
No, she was annoying. Definitely annoying. “It brightens up the atmosphere,” Aasif drawled back.
“Aasif,” Sita said.
Aasif’s sister could be meek and withdrawn in company, but if she felt comfortable enough with you, she could be downright stubborn. With another sigh, Aasif admitted, “I need…practice.”
Sita frowned. “Practice at what? Eating the hottest food that grows in Iqara?” Rolling her eyes, she asked, “Is this a bet? With who, Rashad from the stables?”
“It’s not a bet,” Aasif told her. “It’s…” Between the two of them, it was very rare that Aasif was the tongue-tied one. He wondered if Sita was enjoying the role reversal. “Look,” he finally said, “it’s to help me get ready for seeing Tariq again.”
“But why would Tariq want you to—?” Sita began, and Aasif saw the exact moment she realized what he was doing. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a small laugh escaped her.
Aasif gave a small huff and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Go on, say it.”
“You’re trying to get the hiccups?” Sita asked.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Aasif retorted. “I always get so embarrassed and cranky when I have them. Tariq’s curse is non-negotiable, so I have to figure out a way to get used to them. And I thought, practice—this is the first thing I could think of that might work.”
As she thought this over, Sita cocked her head. “Wait here,” she told him. “You’d better at least have some milk ready for yourself, or you’ll regret this fast.”
All right, so Aasif couldn’t be annoyed at Sita’s smarts either, not when they saved him from his own impulsivity. “Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “Good idea.”
Heading for the door, Sita added, “I mean, you might regret the idea anyway. But at least you can prepare yourself for the fallout.”
“Thanks, Sita!” Aasif called after her.
While he waited, Aasif discovered that he was starting to feel apprehensive about the whole thing. Whenever the cooks served dishes made with hearth peppers, it never took more than a few mouthfuls for him to start sweating, and that was when they were blended into a sauce. They were supposed to be even hotter when they were raw, weren’t they?
That was the trouble with Sita’s pragmatism—when she pointed out all the logic, it gave you time to second-guess yourself. If not for her, Aasif would have done it already. Of course, that might’ve meant he’d be curled up on the floor with his mouth on fire, so there were pitfalls on either side.
A few minutes later, Sita returned with a pitcher of milk and a goblet. “You didn’t tell anyone what you needed it for, did you?” Aasif asked.
“Of course not,” Sita replied. “I didn’t think you’d want the servants to know the man you like is cursed, so you’re giving yourself the hiccups to help you cope with it.”
Was Aasif stalling? Hard to say. “Didn’t you hear Laila the last time they were here?” Aasif said. “She used ‘he,’ ‘she,’ and ‘they’ when she was talking about Tariq.” With a playful grin, he just nudged his sister. “Or when Laila talks, are you too busy getting lost in her eyes to hear what she says?”
“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Sita informed him, making a face.
“I happen to be an excellentjudge of my own humor,” Aasif countered.
“Fine—the person you like is cursed then,” Sita said. She sank down so she was eye level with the desk and looked at the hearth pepper. “Are you stalling?”
“I would never!” Aasif exclaimed. Sita raised her eyebrows at him and he realized that, if he talked much longer, he’d wind up backing out. If he wanted to go through with this, it would have to be now.
So, taking a breath, Aasif said, “I’m ready.” As he picked up the pepper by its stem, Sita filled the goblet with milk for him.
Just raising the hearth pepper near his face was enough to make his eyes water. Aasif told himself that that was good—it meant it had a good chance of working.
Okay, now or never.
Somehow reckless and cautious at the same time, Aasif took the smallest bite possible of the hearth pepper. It gave him about half a second of grace before it assaulted his tongue. By the time Aasif managed to swallow, he was already sweating.
“Oh-oh-oh!” he panted, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.
“Aasif,” Sita prompted. Resting a hand on his shoulder, she held up the goblet.
Aasif seized it with both hands and gulped down a few swallows. “Oh my g-*ulk!*-god!” He downed the rest of the milk and handed the goblet back to Sita. “More, pl-please,” he begged. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he fanned at his tongue.
“Yes, I have it,” Sita assured him.
Another hiccup hit him while she was refilling the goblet, a hard “*huck!*” God, his throat and chest were burning now too. “Hurry!” Aasif insisted, his eyes streaming.
Sita gave him the goblet and watched as he tried to quench the fire he’d just swallowed. “Aren’t you glad I came along?” she asked.
“Shut up,” Aasif replied between gulps of milk. It was helping a little—the heat wasn’t unbearable—but he still felt like, if he breathed too hard, his desk would go up like kindling. “*hup!*”
“At least it worked,” Sita offered, giving Aasif a sympathetic smile as she took the empty goblet from him and refilled it again.
Aasif wasn’t so sure. After four goblets of milk, he was feeling slightly more human again, but in that time, he only counted six hiccups.
“I don’t think I have them,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” Sita argued. “You started hiccupping as soon as you swallowed it.”
“It made me hiccup,” Aasif conceded. “But I don’t think it’s given me the hiccups. It’s like th-*hmmk!*-they haven’t fully taken.”
Looking with grim resignation at the hearth pepper, Aasif realized, “I need to try again.”
Sita gave him an incredulous look. “Do you seriously want to put yourself through that a second time?”
“I’m nearly there,” Aasif told her. “At least, I think I am. I bet one mor-*herk!* bite would put me over the edge.”
Sighing, Sita refilled the goblet in readiness. “Have it your way.”
It took a firm resolve to back go for a second round when Aasif’s tongue still felt tender from his first attempt. But he reminded himself of Tariq’s sunshiny face and gorgeous black curls. If Aasif was going to get over his damn embarrassment over getting the hiccups, he’d have to face it head on.
The second bite was, if possible, even smaller than the first, but it packed just as much a wallop. Aasif’s poor beleaguered tongue, mouth, throat, and stomach staggered like wounded troops being told to get ready for the next bout.
Sita was on hand with the goblet, and Aasif doused his mouth with a few swallows before the first “*HUP!*” hit him. Another swallow, a “*HUCK!*--*ulk!*”, then a rat-a-tat of “*hmmp!**ULK!**HUCK!*” kept him from drinking any more.
With a wince, Sita offered, “Well done?”
Aasif nodded weakly through a “*HERK!*--*HUP!**HUP!*”, hiccupping too fast and too hard for much else. He’d never had hiccups this badly before, and he was all but at the mercy of them. Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, he grimaced at the unforgiving drumbeat of hiccups slamming against his throat and chest, which were still searing from the heat of the pepper. “*HMMK!**HMMP!**hmmp!*--*ULK!**HMMK!*”
“Sit tight,” Sita told Aasif, squeezing his shoulder. She emptied the goblet back into the pitcher and ran to fetch a different one, the water pitcher by his wash basin. Hurriedly, she returned to the desk and refilled the goblet with water.
Aasif gave up—he was barely eking out his words anyway, and from Sita’s expression, she was having trouble following him. Fumbling on his desk for paper and ink, he scrawled a hasty note in a hand that jerked from his hiccups.
The whole point is to have them, not cure them
Sita read his note, then looked back up at him. “I know,” she said. “But frankly, I doubt water would cure them right now. I was just thinking that it might slow them down a little, let you catch your breath.”
There she went again—logical. With a “*HMMP!**HERK!*--*HUCK!**HUP!**HUP!*--*hmmk!*”, Aasif nodded, and Sita gave him the goblet.
“Slowly,” she counseled. “See if you can manage a small sip.”
She had a point. Aasif would probably start sputtering and coughing if he tried to drink normally. He wasn’t sure what effect that might have on the hiccups, but he could guess that it wouldn’t be good.
“*ULK!**herk!**HUCK!**HERK!*” A tiny sip, barely enough to wet his tongue. “*HUP!**HMMK!*--*ULK!*” Another sip. “*HUP!**HUP!**HUCK!*” Another.
It took all of that goblet, but Aasif got himself down to the slightest reprieve between hiccups. “*HUCK!*--*ULK!*--*HERK!*--*hmmp!*” Although they were still much harder than his normal cases ever were—faster too—they felt like less of an assault on his body. “*HUP!*-Can-*HMMK!*-I-*HUCK!*-have-*HERK!*-anoth-*HMMP!*-nother?” he asked his sister.
“Yes, of course,” Sita replied reassuringly. She filled the goblet again.
By the time he got through a second goblet of water, Aasif still had a bad case of hiccups, but they weren’t unbearable. A fair amount of the spice had dissipated too, so he wasn’t feeling fresh heat with each hiccup anymore.
“All right-*HMMK!*-I think th-*HUCK!*-that will-*HUP!*--*hmmk!*-do,” Aasif announced. He threw himself into his desk chair in an exhausted-yet-dramatic pose, tipping his head onto the chair back and resting a weary hand on his stomach as it jerked with his hiccups.
“Are you all right now?” Sita asked.
“Some-*HMMP!*-thing like-*HERK!*-that,” Aasif told her. A hard “*HUCK!*” interrupted his groan.
“Look on the bright side,” Sita pointed out. “I know this turned out worse than you bargained for, but the next time you get them from Tariq’s curse, they won’t be nearly as bad as this.”
Aasif sighed. “*HUP!*--*HERK!* I suppo-*ulk!*-pose,” he agreed. “That’s s-*HUCK!*-something.” He glanced at Sita. “I’d pl-*HMMK!*-planned on-*HMMP!*--*huck!*-walking aroun-*HUP!*-the palace-*HERK!*-so I c-*HMMP!*-could prac-*HUCK!*-tice letting-*HUCK!*--*HUP!*-other p-*HMMK!*-people see-*hup!*-me with them, *HMMP!* but there’s-*HERK!*-no way in-*hmmk!*-in hell-*HUCK!*-I’m doin-*ULK!*-that with th-*HMMP!*-these.”
Sita nodded her understanding. “I think you’ve done more than enough ‘practicing’ for today,” she said. Patting his shoulder, she added, “Try to relax if you can. Is there anything else I can bring you?”
With a shake of his head, Aasif replied, “Thanks, Sita-*HUP!*” He rubbed his chest with his knuckles. “I’m ok-*HUCK!*--HERK!*-okay.”
“All right then.” Sita headed for the day. “I’ll leave you be. I hope you don’t have them long!”
“Me-*hup!*-too!” Aasif called after her.
Once he was alone, Aasif got up, walked across the room, and sprawled his hiccupping self onto his bed. This maybe wasn’t one of his more brilliant ideas, although not even Sita could deny that it was clearly effective.
Hiccups that audibly thump in the back of the throat or chest.
Sharp hiccups that snap the head back.
Fast muffled hiccups accompanied by a fist to the mouth.
Hiccups so hard they encourage a breathy belch.
Someone intentionally making their hiccups worse.
Hi'ULGK!-Hi'ULGK!-HIYULGK!
Hiccups getting squeakier because they're getting worse.
Hiccups that are two-syllable but the first syllable is silent so the person jolts and then lets out an UGLK! as they jerk again.
Mutters between hiccups. Groans, grunts, sighs.
Hiccups that are consistently fast but inconsistent in their sounds.
Hiccups that are inconsistently fast, slowing down and then getting really fast for a clip and then slowing down again.
"Oh, I think they're finally slowing down," followed by "I guess not..."
Subtly trying to cure the hiccups but it's not working.
Just a little bit of a pant between the exertion of faster/harder hiccups.
And I know I already said it, but someone making their hiccups as "bad" as possible because they know someone else will enjoy it or they enjoy it themselves. Because nothing hits harder than someone who's voluntarily creating the hottest situation ever regardless of the strain.
How do you handle it when people start hiccuping around you (especially when it's a friend)? I always just kinda freeze up and feel a sense of guilt and shame even though I'm not actually doing anything to them
This is a really good question.
I used to be overwhelmed by guilt and freeze up, too. Now I just pretend I am someone who doesn't care about them more than a curiosity. I am literally putting on a character. It's like improv. What would someone say if they didn't care? What have people said in the past to people with hiccups?
I play off my knowledge for my overly curious in trivia mind. It's easy to say the reason I know so many ways to get rid of hiccups or the causes/anatomy of hiccups is because I fell down a rabbit hole. Like that time I fell down a rabbit hole and learned a bunch of stuff about Leprosy! I don't find Hansen's Disease arousing!
As for the guilt in being aroused, I am able to give myself grace for that. I can't control what makes me feel aroused when it's something like this. I imagine even those people who are friends with people who have bodies they'd be attracted to have this issue.
Sure, they think their friend is hot. And, yeah, it might make them feel a little charged up. But that's okay because they'd never take advantage of that. Same thing with hiccups. It's okay to be aroused by something you never intend to take action on. It's even okay to relieve that arousal later that day on your own by reliving the memory of those hiccups. (I think. Not that I've ever been able to do that...sadly.)
You aren't taking advantage of someone. You have a strong boundary. You won't go out of your way to induce hiccups in them again. You won't have them included in how you relieve yourself.
People get horny. People get horny because they see boobs or a tight butt. That happens. People actually talk about those things very openly. Even if it's a friend and they're talking about it jokingly. When you put it into perspective, it's rare to get hot from hiccups, but it's not rare to find someone arousing and be okay not fulfilling that arousal with them.
Having fantasies is healthy as long as you keep them separate from those who don't consent to living out that fantasy in real life. People daydream about others all the time. It's safe to do that. It's so much safer than seeing yourself as "bad" for having those thoughts and suppressing them so much that it builds up into something that may not be safe.
We have to start accepting ourselves and our arousals.
Another thing to remember is: Privacy does not equal shame. It is okay to have things in your life you don't discuss. That doesn't mean they are shameful. That just means there is no need to share them. Everyone doesn't have to know everything about the people they have relationships with. Even as partners. Even as married partners. We are allowed to have things that are just ours.
Anyway, that was probably way more than you were asking. I apologize. I hope it was at all helpful. This can be a difficult road to traverse when it comes to arousal and kink, especially kink for innocuous involuntary bodily actions.
i haven't really been active for a bit cause ive been so incredibly busy (and still am, im moving countries guys) but i haven't been able to get smth off my mind and it made me remember something i came up with when rambling about hiccups with my partner!
i find it fascinating how different hiccups are person to person, its such an under appreciated thing to me because its so?? no one persons hiccups are identical to anothers and its beautiful so i made the chart above when me and my partner where talking about headcannons of different characters hiccups!
basically the idea of it is you go through and get letters, ending up with string of letters that is a hiccups type!
for example my own hiccups would be AMQUTJ
idk if this is anything but i think its fun!
soooo drop what your favorite type of hiccups to write or read or whatever would be classified as! mines FILPDE!
I have a friendship with a couple who has a pretty intense height disparity. I asked them about big spoon and small spoon action and whether the larger of them asks to be the "little spoon".
To my delight, my friend (the smaller one) replied that they actually use the terminology "backpack" when smaller is behind larger because they sort of lay like a backpack with their leg over the other one's body and...
It’s so funny sometimes if you tell a non snz person about the kink they will start inserting it into dirty talk and like this should be sexy but tbh it almost takes me out of things? like my snz appetite and my regular sex appetite are so different. lowkey if there’s gonna be sneeze it needs to be the main event, it doesn’t work as an aside just tacked onto something else for me lolol
I watch pr0n with girls doing all these poses and schmexy talk and I'm like...that isn't it!
It's the...the hiccups. That's all. I mean...you don't need to do all of that. And it 100% takes me out of it.
I know this post is OP referring to dirty talk, but being sexy with hiccups isn't necessary. And it's distracting. To the hiccups. The thing that boinks my bobble. Y'know?
I'm ace, so I don't have a "regular" sex appetite. I just have a kink appetite. And that's all that needs to be satiated.
"...an aside just tacked onto something else..." is such a good way to put it.
It's not "being sexy with the hiccups" it's "having the hiccups IS sexy".
I know not everyone prescribes to this, though. And that is totes okay.
But I appreciate this being brought up in a sibling(?) kink.
Hate to make this reminder. But it's an important boundary for me.
PLEASE put your ages (or that you're 18+) in your bio.
I'm not comfortable with ageless accounts liking my posts, but I'm ESPECIALLY uncomfortable with ageless accounts directly interacting.
Also, a reminder that I am in my 40's. I am happy to talk about things to people in their late teens early 20's, but at a certain point I lose that comfort because I don't want to be an "old" creepy guy to someone just coming into their own in a kink way. (And I don't want to be the subject of someone's age kink. I don't feel safe in that.)
I know my age has been a running joke. But I'm also aware that I have a lot more personal growth experience. That can be an unwittingly powerful place to come from. I do not want to make anyone genuinely uncomfortable because they are still growing an identity that might be vulnerable.
As much as I'd love to take an enlightened mind to say that "age doesn't matter", it kinda does. And I want everyone to protect themselves and their emotional health. You deserve to grow and experiment safely. I don't want to inadvertently affect that journey negatively.
That being said, if there is anything you are uncomfortable with talking about, even in the middle of a conversation or role play, you have every right to tell me, "I need to stop" and I will do so with no questions asked. I know I'm older and I don't want that to be something that prevents someone from speaking out if they ever feel unsafe.
My levels of comfort are to have your age or statement of being 18+ in your profile. Yours are to tell me when you are uncomfortable and trust that I will immediately stop.
I've been watching Myth!cal Morn!ng recently. And it occurred to me that, aesthetically only not personality wise, Rh3tt and L!nk are very Otto and Atticus coded.
Visually, the tall hairy dude and the shorter scrawnier guy are definitely a mood. L!nk's even got glasses and Rh3tt's even got the curly hair and beard.
And so, on those episodes where they both hiccup (because there are quite a lot as those boys are hiccup-y with spice heck yeah) I do like to daydream and project my OCs on them. Hmmm...
Spoke casually about hiccups today and even brought it up in as a non sequitur!
Was drinking a beverage at a restaurant with a friend that had soda and cayenne pepper in it. Was nervous about getting it as...well...what if, right?
Kept getting a suspicious feeling in the back of my throat. Then TOLD MY FRIEND I was trying to drink it slowly to prevent it from happening.
Then MY FRIEND TOLD ME that they get them a lot because they chug water fast.
Y'all. Folks. It's worth breaking the seal just to get those little tidbits. I don't even really need to see my friend hiccup...it would be an awkward situation I wouldn't be able to enjoy. But to just...I dunno...know it's a possibility for someone to get hiccups because they drink things too fast is fodder for my fics. Just sayin'!
And you better believe I'm thinking about getting some cayenne and a soda for home. But I gotta be very careful. That crap aggravates every single digestive issue I have.
Cause I did feel hiccup-y.
I even told them I DON'T MIND IF I GET THEM AT HOME BUT I DON'T WANT THEM INTERRUPTING WHEN I SPEAK IN PUBLIC!
Not that I get them, like, at all. But speaking as if it's even a possibility feels empowering somehow.
